Disclaimer: Amy and Daniel Palladino, along with the rest of the WB, own Gilmore Girls. I'm just borrowing the characters. New Order owns "Turn My Way."

A/N: PDLD stands for punch-drunk love duo. PDLD sounds cool, though. Yes, yet another Finn/Rory. I'm sure you're all getting extremely tired of them, but I don't care… that much. Haha. Just kidding. It starts in the future, but then goes to the past. Or, it will go the past, if that made any sense. Happy reading!

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Future:

It was hard not to take to eyes off the happy couple. They just looked so content together, so blissful the way she'd laugh at something he had said, or the way his eyes never left hers as he spun her around the dance floor.

She looked elegant in her white dress, and he looked dashing in a top hat and tails. She wore a tiara atop her head, a remnant of the first time the groom had really seen her. It was a winter wedding, as per her request. She was even lucky enough that it snowed the say before. The wedding was also at night, as he wanted it to be.

Her mother stood off to the side with her arms around her husband's waist, a smile dancing on her lips. She was the maid of honor, with Paris and Lane as bridesmaids. Tristan and Colin, the two groomsmen, were laughing. Occasionally, Tristan would glance up at the bride for a split second, but not long enough for anyone to notice.

Logan tore his eyes away from the dancing couple. He was truly happy for them. He no longer felt that way about Rory. And Finn was his best friend. She did well for him, and Logan knew he would do good by her.

Colin and Tristan joined him. "And then there was three," Colin intoned.

Logan laughed. "Well, I'm happy for him. He's follow her to the ends of the Earth."

"Wouldn't we all?" Tristan asked.

"No need to be jealous," Logan teased.

"She looks beautiful," Colin commented.

The other two nodded in agreement. Colin suddenly started to snicker. Tristan and Logan stared at him curiously.

"Care to share with the rest of the class?" Tristan questioned.

"Out of all of us, did you actually think Finn of all people would be the first to get married?" he explained.

Logan grinned and Tristan smirked. They both shook their heads in amazement.

"I always figured he'd marry at seventy to a twenty-something year old looking to inherit all his money," Tristan admitted.

"That's gonna happen to you, DuGrey," Logan replied.

"Don't I wish."

"Don't you wish what?" Lorelai asked.

"That I'd marry a twenty year old at seventy," Tristan answered. "Care for a spin around the dance floor, Lor?"

Lorelai shook her head. "Not yet. It's mandatory for the maid of honor to dance with the best man, is it not?"

Logan took her offered hand. "The lady's wish is my command."

Lorelai wrapped her arms around his neck. They both glanced over at Rory and Finn during the slow song. He was holding her close and had his forehead rested on hers. Her eyes closed when he leaned down to kiss her.

"Do you sometimes wish that was you?" Lorelai suddenly asked him.

Logan shrugged. "Sometimes. She has the ability to attract everyone to her, she just doesn't know it."

"It's a gift of hers. You and Tristan both know that."

"If that was a jab, I'm insulted."

"You know just as well as I do that when I insult you, you'll know it."

Logan changed the topic. "So, what's your plan now that Rory is off and married?"

"The same, with more open weeping." Logan laughed. "But she's been off doing her own thing for a while, you know that. She's always checked in with me. It won't be any different, except now I expect grandchildren."

"They'll have pretty children," Logan mused.

"Better keep them away from you, then," Lorelai teased.

"That was a jab."

"You caught me."

The song ended, and Logan kissed Lorelai on the cheek before Tristan butted in for his turn to dance with her.

She giggled as Tristan twirled her around. "Such attention from the young men, I feel like I'm the one getting married. Or Miss Patty."

Tristan smirked. "Like your wedding wasn't a spectacle. I do believe that it was you who came down the aisle holding a bottle of ketchup."

"And all the bridesmaids had fries, except Rory, who got onion rings," Lorelai added with a laugh.

"You never did tell me what prompted that public adoration of food," he prodded.

"It was my mother's suggestion, actually."

"Why don't I believe that? I'm surprised she didn't force you to keep with tradition, or at least the theme that she wanted."

"She was kidding when she told me. Plus, she wanted the theme to be the Romanovs."

"I'm guessing this was before the firing squad."

"That's what I said!" she exclaimed.

Tristan fell silent for a minute, then asked, "How're Emily and Richard taking this? Last time I had a heart-to-heart with them, they were all onboard with breaking them up."

"Like what they tried to do to Luke and me? No, hon, they didn't, especially since they conceded to the fact that Rory wants what she wants, and Finn is a trust fund baby. Their heart is in the right place, I'll give them that, I just think they don't know how to get what they want without scheming." Lorelai sighed. "I think the actual question is: How are you taking this?"

"I curbed my urge to walk out on the procession. But it's not as if I haven't seen her with men before. It was a long-shot anyway."

"She does love you, just not in the way you love her. Besides, you were an ass to her at Chilton. As least she doesn't want to strangle you whenever you walk into a room anymore."

He laughed. "I'll consider that improvement. I thought she was just being nice to me because I'm friends with Finn, Logan, and Colin."

"If you live with them-"

"Why would I live with them?" he interjected, raising an eyebrow.

"Work with me. If you live with them, it could make for a wacky update of Three's Company. You can be Suzanne Summers!" Lorelai told him enthusiastically.

"Well, I'll keep that in mind next time I have a brain aneurysm," he replied.

Lorelai smiled at him. "There's a cute blond smiling at you."

Tristan feigned exasperation. "If its Logan again, tell him I had fun, but there's no potential for a second date. I'm sorry."

"It's not, but I'll give him the message for you."

"It's greatly appreciated."

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Logan, meanwhile, cut in between Rory and Finn. Finn danced with Lane while her band, who was playing the music for the wedding, was on a break. Colin and Paris awkwardly danced not too far away from them. An engagement ring shone on her hand. Doyle has unexpectedly proposed to her a few months ago, but she was waiting until after Rory's wedding to plan hers.

"You look gorgeous," Logan told Rory.

She blushed. "Thank you."

"And Finn looks downright sexy, of course," he continued.

Rory grinned. "That he does. I half-expected him to pull a Dennis Rodman, but that would mean that my stumbling on the dance floor would be barely noticed."

"You're a good dancer," Logan argued. "I've always told you that."

"Thank you."

There was a lapse in conversation, before Logan said, "So, Finn."

"Finn."

"You married him solely for his good looks, I assume."

"Of course, because it couldn't be because I love him or anything."

"That's crazy talk," he agreed with a grin.

"I should probably tell you that the affair with Finn will be cut down to once a week now that he's married," Rory seriously told him, her eyes betraying her tone.

Logan smirked. "Damn. Who told you?"

"Tristan. He's getting jealous."

At that, Logan laughed out loud. "You're too good with the banter."

"Years of practice."

Logan studied for a minute. "You look happy, Ace. Really, truly happy."

"I feel happy. Really, truly happy," she replied.

"Good." Logan lowered his voice. "If he treats you wrong in any way, just call any one of us. We'll be over in a split second to beat him with a frying pan, or a boomerang, if we're feeling ironic."

Rory smiled. "I'll keep that in mind for future reference."

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Logan stood up and clinked his fork against his glass. "The best man would like to say a few words."

"Uh-oh," Finn muttered loudly. Rory laughed and grabbed his hand. She was now wearing his top hat, and he was wearing her tiara.

"It'll ruin your beautiful hair that took an hour and a half to do," Lorelai had warned when they first made the switch.

"But she looks damn sexy in it," Finn had countered. With that, he had twirled Rory and dipped her before kissing her soundly.

"I'll make it short and sweet," Logan promised.

"Good. I'm dying to get to the garter part."

"In that case, you horny bastard, I'm gonna make you wait."

Tristan poked Logan in the side with his fork. "Get on with it."

Logan smirked and cleared his throat, beginning the speech:

"Since I am the best man, Logan Huntzburger-single- it is my job to make a speech. I met Finn when he was sixteen and just starting Chilton. All the girls fell for him because of his accent, which is what I assume happened with Rory."

"Naturally," she said sarcastically.

He smirked at her again. "As I was saying, I remember the first time Finn realized he like Rory. None of us knew it at the time, of course…."

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A/N2: Yes, it's gonna be more than one part. I have it mostly planned out, but need to write it. I won't write if you don't like it, though.